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It's only after they're caught and enslaved that the various spies realise why the Oil company doesn't try harder to keep them out. It's perfectly capable of catching them but by letting them get inside the corporate headquarters they don't have to carry the captives very far to the machines where they will be brainwashed into new members of the cleaning staff...

(AI art made with Stable Diffusion)

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2025 #7: Still at the party, Scribe had a chance to try the rubber cocoon from ForFun in Thailand. The only zipper is in the back, and the only holes are the two at the nostrils. White noise completed the isolation.

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Sissy Rules

Rule#1: A sissy does not have a cock. A sissy has a clitty Rule#2: A sissy wears a bra and panties Rule#3: A sissy loves cock Rule#4: A sissy loves cum Rule#5: A sissy takes it in the ass Rule#6: A sissy loves pink Rule#7: A sissy loves her toys Rule#8: A sissy dresses like a slut Rule#9: A sissy shares Rule#10: Sissies love facials Rule#11: A sissy must have a tight ass Rule#12: A sissy must have perfect bimbo makeup Rule#13: A sissy grows big fake tits Rule#14: A sissy is a pro cock sucker Rule#15: One is not enough Rule#16: A sissy belongs on her knees Rule#17: A sissy doesn’t forget to practice Rule#18: Sissies swallow Rule#19: A sissy begs for it Rule#20: A sissy will fuck anywhere Rule#21: Sissies love to plug Rule#22: Every sissy dreams of being a bimbo Rule#23: Cum is your reward Rule#24: You are a tool used to please cock. Every cock. Rule#25: You prefer Big Black Dick Rule#26: Sissies love garters and stockings Rule#27: Sissies love a good gloryhole Rule#28: A sissy loves the taste is own cum Rule#29: Woman is superior to sissy Rule#30: A sissy doesn’t have a boyfriend, a sissy has a master(Daddy) Rule#31: A sissy doesn’t have a girlfriend, a sissy has a mistress Rule#32: Sissies bend over Rule#33: Sissies love heels Rule#34: Sissies can’t forget to tuck their clitty Rule#35: A sissy’s ass is always on display Rule#36: Cute panties are essential Rule#37: Sissies wear tight leggings to attract men to their ass Rule#38: A sissy doesn’t neglect the balls Rule#39: A sissy has no butthole, a sissy has a pussy Rule#40: A sissy does not jerk her cock. A sissy cums only from getting her ass fucked Rule#41: A sissy has two holes, both should be put to use Rule#42: Paint your face to look like a whore Rule#43: Work out to keep your sexy sissy bod fit Rule#44: Expose your thong so that they know that its on Rule#45: A sissy’s body is smooth and shaven all over Rule#46: A sissy’s body is always for sale Rule#47: Cum is not to be wasted Rule#48: Sissies don’t think. Sissies do as they’re told Rule#49: A sissy’s mouth is not made for talking Rule#50: Sissies love to be degraded Rule#51: Big black cock is a delicacy and should be treated as such Rule#52: Sissies love playtime Rule#53: Sissies take every inch Rule#54: Sissies always dress slutty when they go out. So they always get fucked Rule#55: Panties are only removed for cock Rule#56: No skirt is too short Rule#57: Sissies wear bikinis Rule#58: The only use a sissy has for a condom, is slurping up Daddy’s cum Rule#59: Wear a black bra, so they know you’re naughty Rule#60: Sissies fuck outdoors Rule#61: Pink is to be worn as a badge of sissy pride Rule#62: Never say no to cock Rule#63: You’re not a person; you’re a sissy fuck toy Rule#64: A sissy doesn’t jerk her clitty. She fucks both her holes while rubbing her clitty like a dirty girl Rule#65: Send pics of yourself to cute boys, let them know you’re a dirty slut Rule#66: Sissies sit when they pee Rule#67: Sissies love a nice gang bang Rule#68: Pink panties alone will not make you a sissy. You must have the body and mind of a true sissy slut Rule#69: Sissies play with each other Rule#70: Cum is essential in a sissy’s daily diet Rule#71: Sissies are whores that don’t earn a thing. Sissies give everything to their Daddy or Mistress Rule#72: Sissies are property that can be bought or sold Rule#73: Wear stockings and stilettos Rule#74: Sissies tuck their clitty into pantyhose Rule#75: Paint your lips; make them a bright red target for cock Rule#76: Sissies love Bukkake Rule#77: Every sissy has a little black dress Rule#78: Your sissy ass was made to take big dicks Rule#79: Sissies wear make up to look like perfect little Bimbo Fuck Dolls Rule#80: Sissies wear sexy lingerie to bed Rule#81: Sissies love giving road-head Rule#82: Sissies eat ass Rule#83: Sissies love to feel the bulge of a hard cock Rule#84: Sissies always say yes Rule#85: Always keep eye contact Rule#86: Grow your hair long so men have something to grab while they pound your ass Rule#87: Sissies are punished when they misbehave Rule#88: Sissies don’t mind getting kinky Rule#89: Strap-on should always be treated as if they were real cocks Rule#90: A sissy’s legs are always open Rule#91: A sissy always showers with her daddy Rule#92: Sissies don’t try to hide their panties; they proudly present them for all to see Rule#93: A dildo is a sissy’s best friend Rule#94: A sissy’s pants should always be skin tight Rule#95: Work your sissy ass, so it can handle being fucked on a daily basis Rule#96: Sissies wear yoga pants because they know how good their ass looks Rule#97: Find some sissy friends. Go out and get fucked together Rule#98: Real women don’t enjoy being groped, but sissies don’t mind at all Rule#99: All a sissy needs to know is how to please a cock Rule#100: Be a good girl Rule#101: A sissy can never have enough shoes Rule#102: A sissy’s breath always smells like cock Rule#103: Sissies proudly buy their lingerie in the store Rule#104: Sissies find a way to dress sexy even when it’s cold Rule#105: Sissies eat their own cum to remind themselves that they are no longer a man Rule#106: Sissies love eating pussy only when they get to lap up the Alpha cum dripping from inside Rule#107: Sissies bounce up and down on real men’s long hard cocks Rule#108: Sissies love to finger their own asshole Rule#109: Sissies wear panties when they run their clitty Rule#110: A sissy always says please and thank you Rule#111: Sissies read girly magazines Rule#112: If cum isn’t leaking from your gaping asshole, you’re not done yet Rule#113: Look cute when you look for cock Rule#114: Sissies love wearing crotchless panties Rule#115: Every sissy wants a black daddy Rule#116: Sissies don’t fuck women, women fuck sissies Rule#117: Sissies don’t want to be normal girls; sissies want to be bimbo fuck dolls Rule#118: A sissy needs no help putting on a bra Rule#119: Wear a tight thong when you plug your boy pussy Rule#120: Never be afraid of a huge cock, you must worship it as you do every cock Rule#121: Forget about boxers, sissies wear pretty pink panties Rule#122: Sissies like it rough Rule#123: Drop those panties when Daddy says so Rule#124: Every sissy needs someone to teach them to suck cock Rule#125: A sissy should never run out of her bras and panties Rule#126: Wear a crop top, make all the boys stare Rule#127: Sissies love the feeling of a tight corset hugging their body Rule#128: Sissies always go out with the intention of getting fucked Rule#129: A sissy’s ass needs to be trained to take big cocks Rule#130: Cum dumpster is not an insult it’s your occupation Rule#131: Sissies get fake tits so they can be fucked in a whole new way Rule#132: Transform yourself into a perfect bimbo pin-up girl Rule#133: Desperate for a good fucking? Pick your phone up Sissy, make a booty call Rule#134: Always treat the balls with extra care, after all, that’s wear your treat is made Rule#135: Sissies don’t wear lingerie to seduce men; sissies wear lingerie because it makes them feel feminine Rule#136: Sissies love to feel their big fake tits supported by a tight bra Rule#137: You can always find a way to practice sucking cock Rule#138: A sissy is content with the size of her clitty, its small size reminds her that she is not a man Rule#139: Study real women, take notes Rule#140: Cum is not to be wiped away and disposed of, it is to be worn with pride Rule#141: Always look as cute as can be when you go out shopping Rule#142: When you see cute boys make that booty pop Rule#143: No cock is too big for a sissy like you Rule#144: Always be ready for Daddy when he comes home Rule#145: Your job is to help him with his real job Rule#146: Every sissy wants to be owned by a big black man with a big black cock Rule#147: Sissies love to wear matching lingerie Rule#148: Keep your clitty and boy pussy clean and shaven Rule#149: A sissy works out like a girl Rule#150: Sissies don’t get to fuck anyone, sissies get fucked by everyone

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Lady in Latex Blouse and Latex hijab

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A few days ago she was a stripper picking up a new BDSM themed costume at a high end sex shop when she noticed they were selling latex Islamic clothing!

Unable to see how that could possibly be sexy or turn anyone on she made some snide comments she's now come to regret.

Jumped in an alley near the shop she was stuffed into a rigid plastic costume that immobilised her and fitted with feeding and waste tubes hidden under her shell. She was then forced into a burqa and out on display in the shop...

Needless to say she has not enjoyed the experience and is definitely not into doll play or total enclosure. Which is a shame as she's already been sold to a Saudi businessman to become the 14th doll in his collection...

She's going to have alot of time to regret her comments...

(AI art made with Stable diffusion and a little bit darker than usual)

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Oldie but goodie😈😈 This boy isn’t going anywhere!!

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For those into being tied. What would your request be if you were a rich aristocrat in The World?

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(Source:pinterest)

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“Yes Boy, I know that the shackles are very massive and heavy. They have to keep a lifetime! I do not like to buy every few month shabby bondage toys from Mikechicago999@gmail.com customized toy-traders. I´m an extremely demanding bondage master in all areas of life. Why should I make an exception in quality of tools for your education? My long term strategy is to own a bondage and rubber boy of superior quality, take care of him and never let him go. Thus, high-quality tools are a long-term investment. At the moment, you may be wondering if you can bear these shackles. You can believe me, you will. There isn´t an alternative for you. During the last months of our relationship you have developed very well. Today, I can announce that you have reached the next level of your education. This level goes along with more permanent practices and rules.

The rubber suit, which was delivered yesterday and you´re wearing now, is designed with a special interior coating and cleaning functions. The coating allows long term wear. Cleaning is still needed, but only every month by using the connection for a water hose and without the need of removing the suit. The suit is only flushed with water combined with a special cleaning liquid. The manufacturer guarantees a permanent wearability of 2 years without the need of a removal. Yes boy, you will wear this rubber suit 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for the next 2 years! The suit is very tight because of its thickness, I know. But this is quality to me, too. The zipper on the back of your rubber suit is locked with a padlock. But even when the padlock would not be there, you won´t be able to remove the suit, because your shackles will prevent you from reaching your neck, where the zipper ends. The chains are dimensioned so that your freedom of movement is sufficiently restricted to reach the zipper.

Maybe you think I make a joke. You cannot imagine how you can do your outside work with a rubber suit on and bound in chains. Your hope is that you will be free again after 3 weeks, when your holiday is over. Then let me tell you that I terminated your employment relationship. You do not have holiday, you´re fired and now unemployed, Boy! I have decided that your income is not needed any more. I have enough money and the household work is enough for you to be employed. Instead I will invest much more time and money in your training and education. The next two years you will learn what permanent bondage means. Not just playing a bondage game for some hours or over a weekend. You will stay at home permanently without the need to be free. You will be kept in full rubber and in any kind of bondage for much extended periods.

Although there is no need to go outside for work, it is quite possible that you sometimes will leave the house, but never without the guidance of your Master, and never untied. That means your rubber suit remains on and your hands are strictly tied together. How they are tied depends on the situation. In front with irons and a chain attached when having a walk with your Master, on the back with rope when staying around, or within the leather bondage suit that is used for the colder days. This leather bondage suit is very heavy. It´s made of a thick black leather of high quality. The suit is inside with fur and you will wear it over your rubber suit. With different lacing on arms and legs, the suit can be adjusted very tightly and your hands find their places in thick leather fist mitts at the end of the arm sleeves. The fist mitts are escape proof, because as soon as your hands slipped in, the attached leather belts will be closed around your wrists and locked with padlocks. When it´s winter time you will get addicted to the leather bondage suit. It was made especially for the use together with the rubber suit. So the connections for the cleaning functions can be reached through the leather bondage suit. There is no need for removal as long as there is no need for removal of the rubber suit.

With the new level of your education the nights at home need also more permanent practices and rules. Sleeping rules are very important for a boy. Since the whole ballast from your previous work will get lost, you will have much more time to think about your natural being as bondage boy. The extended times in bondage during the day will definitely have impacts on your brain. In a few weeks you will become hornier than in the past and you will think about your sexuality all the day long. In the nights you will have wild dreams, which have the power to make you do things like unauthorized masturbation that you would regret in the morning. Therefore it is very important to prevent you from that by strict bondage rules also during the nights. In the next weeks you will be trained to be able to sleep in a leather bondage sleep sack. The sleep sack is custom made by a leather goods manufacturer and designed to keep your hands away from your cock and balls. It is a good reminder to you of your slave status also during the night. In combination with the leather belts from your bed the bondage sleep sack is a very efficient overnight sleep restraint for enforced immobility. In the upcoming nights it will be a little bit difficult to sleep, but you have to learn, because strict overnight bondage rules are part of this education level and have to be applied from now own without any possibility to terminate.

Finally I have to tell you from the chastity rules, which also goes along with more permanent practices. You already know, I´m a strong believer in chastity for boys. I believe that a slave kept away from own sexual pleasuring will focus more on his tasks and duties. The Master will decide if or when a slave will have permission to be relieved, but it will be a rare occasion. For that from the beginning of our relationship you wear a locked on chastity device. At the beginning it was a smaller device and every two weeks you were allowed to jerk off. Six month ago we ordered then a real chastity belt made of steel and specially customized to your measurements, which since then remain locked on permanent, except the monthly relief days. Tomorrow normally the next relief day would come up. But with the new education level it must be cancelled. Your chastity will become permanent from now on for the rest of your life. That means that you will never receive a stimulation of your cock that is sufficient enough for ejaculation by me, by any other person or by yourself. Penile ejaculation is strictly forbidden forever and an accidental penile ejaculation must be prevented by stricter bondage rules according to the new level.

This does not mean that your sexuality is over. Your sexuality will become the center of your thoughts and feelings. You will become a crazy bondage addict, which is always desperate to cum but not able to. I will train you to focus on your tasks and duties. In future you get horny simply from hearing your Master coming home. You will get incredibly horny from sucking your Master´s cock and you will suffer in heavy long term bondage sessions. You will be allowed to surf on porn sites, chat with other masters, and share your experiences with other boys. Even inviting other boys for licking, kissing and dildo fucking sessions are allowed, when all participants are securely bound and penile chastity is ensured. All horniness derived from these actions is welcomed, but your horniness will never end up in a penile stimulation with an ejaculative orgasm.”

The End

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Fen becomes a rubber maid and then gets trashed!

Sissy Fen sat down to his computer in the evening on a Friday night, just off work. He looked through his social medias and saw nothing, he put a bowl of instant noodles in the microwave and sighed saying to himself “Wonderful, another boring…” *KERDINK* His laptop chimed. Sissy Fen left the microwave alone and sat at the computer. On it was the following message to his Tumblr.

“Hello Fen, I hope you can possibly meet with me this evening for a full weekend session. I saw your want ad in the oddities and sex work section of the classifieds online and it told me to come message you on here. I’m looking for a rubber covered maid, you said you want to be converted into a rubber covered maid. I have all the clothing and everything, there’s only one stipulation, you have to live in my house wearing the uniform, you will be stored in the uniform like an object. If you at any time fail to clean the house perfectly I reserve the right to administer a punishment like no other. Respond to me if you are serious, if you are a time waster don’t bother, I’m in serious need of a RUBBER MAID SLAVE!”

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I feel my heart skip a beat as I read and re-read the message, my cock throbbing as the thought. With barely a seconds thought, I quickly type out a reply.

“Hello, and thank you so much for your message. I am free right now if you can tell me where to go. I would love to be turned into your rubber maid, and happily consent to being stored away while not being used like a true object, as well as any punishment you deem fit. I will surrender myself to your every whim for the chance to be a true rubber object! Please please please come back to me asap!”

I hit send, not truly thinking about what is next, my microwave noodles completely forgotten as I begin to get lost in a spiral of ever deepening fantasy

*BEEP BEEP* Fen snaps out of fantasy as the microwave starts to angrily beep at him. Fen grabs his soggy noodles and sits at the desk, he stares at the screen scrolling through porn. Fen sighs thinking he got hit by a catfisher yet again. Suddenly *KERDINK* the window pops up. It's Master Blunn. Master Blunn shows you his house and says "214 E Poplar Drive, don't be later than 7PM and expect to get dressed and stored away until your workday tomorrow."

I wolf down the soggy noodles in an instant, barely tasting them as I rush to get ready. It’s already 6PM, and Poplar drive is 45 mins at least from my apartment. 

I am soon out the door, locking it behind me and rushing to meet the 7PM deadline. I haven’t brought anything with me other than my keys and wallet, my mind filled with thoughts of serving as a true rubber maid for a full weekend.

I finally reach the massive house, knocking on the door at 1 minute past 7

Master Blunn opens the door and says "Hmph, a minute late, you've never been to a doctors office, people show up early to see me. Oh right, well now you know what I do when I'm not here at the mansion, I'm a surgeon. Neurosurgeon to be exact. Master Blunn was actually Dr Albert Blunn, the universities head of neurosurgery. He wore a shiny white labcoat made of latex, beneath it he had on green rubber scrub pants and shirt. Master Blunn said looking at Fen "Before you even ask if I wear my rubber to work, yes, I do all the time, people love seeing me in it and a lot of people love rubber hugs before getting gassed out or IV'd out. I only wash it when someone gets sick, I keep it super clean using a special purple light that doesn't destroy smells, because this rubber smells lovely! Every person who hugs me likes the sweaty sweet salty rubbery smell. Why don't you try giving Dr Blunn the snuggle doctor a hug!?" He opened his arms wide, his scrub shirt dripping sweat onto his pants

I take a sniff, immediately feeling weak at the smell of the latex and rubber, it being the perfect blend of heavenly and just a bit disgusting, before meekly stepping forward towards Master Blunn’s open arms. He is massive, towering over me. I briefly wondering if I have made a mistake coming here so quickly before I am dragged into a glorious sweaty, rubbery hug.

Master Blunn squeezes Fen tightly and says "Come on, who can refuse a sweaty Blunn hug!" He falls forward onto Fen body slamming Fen onto the relatively hard carpeted floor. He lays there pulling his arms tighter and tighter saying "You're gonna suffocate sucking on my sweaty scrub shirt! Either that or I'm gonna feel you orgasm beneath me as I crush your face into my sweaty shirt!"

The breath is forced out of me by the sudden body slam, my gasp to try and draw in more doing nothing but filling my mouth with the sweaty latex. I thrash beneath Master Blunn, though can do nothing more than weakly struggle as I am held firmly beneath him. I feel myself getting light headed as my lungs burn for oxygen, my cock spasming in an involuntary orgasm as I start to black out.

Fen in the rubber dress & apron (Source: Tumblr Generic - @sissyfen)

Master Blunn keeps you in the tight grip, he laughs as you black out. When you black out he injects a small syringe into your neck to keep you asleep. Master Blunn forces your limp body into a thick heavy 30lb latex dress with a 10lb latex apron on over it. He puts 10lb handcuffs on Fen's hands and as he awakens pulls a hood on over his head zipping it shut and locking it along with the dress. Master Blunn holds the keys up to Fen's face and then throws them across the room into the fireplace saying "Orgasm smelling my sweaty scrubs, you become my rubber slave forever, until you mess up. First time you mess up, things get worse, second time things get even worse, third time your life becomes a miserable hell." Master Blunn forces Fen down into a small pit in the floor. He is forced to kneel down with his head pressed against his rubber apron. Master Blunn closes the floor trap door and says "I'll see you in the morning, until then enjoy getting acquainted with the smell of your uniform, I bet you like its smell, if you liked my sweaty work uniform you'll love the dirty maids uniform that I've had every rubber maid wear, I've had over 500 maids in that uniform over the last 30 years. It's never been washed, it's been sweat in pissed in puked in covered in all sorts of filth. Have fun huffing the stink of that apron and dress all night long slave Fen! Tomorrow we can figure out a new name for you."

I let out a moan as the trap door is forced shut, a heavy click heralding the lock, pushing my face even further into the heavy apron, leaving me in a crushed ball position. I can barely even wiggle as I try and call out, but all that escapes is a soft moan. 

True to Master Blunn’s word, the Apron and maids uniform are disgusting the smells of piss, sweat and puke overwhelming me in the tight confines, while the sheer weight of the dress, combined with the manacles and my prison mean all I can do is gasp for what little rancid air I can pull in

The night passes very slowly for poor Fen, Master Blunn awakens Fen the next morning by dumping squidgy rotting yogurt fruit and vegetables into the pit, he forces the door shut and says "Enjoy your breafast, enjoy drowning in sticky nasty rotting filth! When you've had enough of drowning you can drink it down and there's your fucking meal you stupid worm! Fucking dumb of you to come here. I have dozens of people stored away, some permanently stored away. You're gonna be my permanent slave to clean the place and eat all of the trash and food that spoils, understand dumb worm!" He pauses for a few minutes staring into Fen's eyes as the gooey yogurt and trash settles around him allowing Master Blunn to pour more in until it's up to Fen's neck

I choke and splutter, fear rising in me as the disgusting mess is poured down onto me, Master Blunn’s words ringing in my ears. I try to mumble and beg for mercy, but all that gets me is a mouthful of the disgusting sour yogurt and other have rotten or partially eaten food. I gag, my eyes filling with tears, but I instantly see that any plea I can make will fall entirely on deaf ears, Master Blunn leering down at me with a sadistic glare.

With a whimper, I try and slurp down more of the disgusting slop, having to stop and wretch every few mouthfuls to stop myself throwing up and making the mess even worse.

“P...Please...” I weakly manage between mouthfuls

Master Blunn laughs, he pours a heavy stinking blue rotting yogurt over Fen's head and forces the lid shut saying "have fun drowning in it, even after you're done drowning you'll stll be suffering breathing it off of your uniform and the apron. When that pit is empty, or when you can't eat any more, scream for me, but I want it at least half empty or you're gonna end up being tossed into a trash compactor and crushed to death, so get eating that nasty sludge worm! After you eat your breakfast it'll be your time to do the yard work!

I struggle through the disgusting mess, forcing myself to eat mouthful after mouthful. More than once I slip and my head goes, and soon I am completely covered in the filthy mess. The stench is awful, but eventually I have managed to eat about three quarters of the slop.

“M...Master Blunn! I’m...finished” I call out, wretching as the smell assaults me yet again

Master Blunn returns. He opens the hatch and forces Fen to stand up and says “Your new name is Sissy. Understand Sissy? Now you go outside and do the yard yard work.” Master Blunn attached a lead chain to the heavy cuffs and dragged Fen outside into the 100 degree heat. He held a manual push mower to him and said “Should take you a good 12 hours. Just come pass out in the dirty workwear bin over there when you’re done. Who cares if a stupid slave like you gets to breathe proper air. Stinking dirty workwear is enough as long as you don’t suffocate.” Master Alex sat on a beach chair sipping lemonade and shouted “If you’re good I’ll let you drink my sweat!” He chuckled wearing a thick leather jacket with no lining against his skin

The sun is unbearable as I start to push the ancient hand mower. It is heavy and stiff, forcing me to put all my weight behind it just to move it. In mere moments I’m drenching in sweat, adding to the awful smell that now clings to me.

For a moment I wonder if I should just run for it, but the heavy manacles force me to stay, let along the heavy rubber dress. As the hours pass, my body screams I protest, forcing me to stop more than once, only to push myself again as I catch a glare from Master Blunn. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of torment, I cut the last blade of grass, crawling over to the dirty workwear bin. 

With the last ounce of my strength I open the lid, before recoiling at the stench, greeted by what looks like hundreds of overalls, work boots and thick butchers aprons covered in mud, puke, trash and every other manner of filth.

I try and move away from the bin, but before I can, I feel Master Blunn grabbing me from behind

Master Blunn forces Fen into the bin. He grabs the collar of the dress and pulls the dress up over Fen’s head zipping it closed and locking it. He pulls dozens of the dirty overalls over Fen and buries Fen up to his chin saying “Feel good I bet. Fuckin boiling in stink. Smell that nasty dress! It’s all you will breathe for the night. All you get to inhale is the smell in that dirty workwear bin. Some of that shit not been washed in 50 years. Fen heard a loud chain lock click shut and then heard Master Blunns footsteps fade to silence. Right then and there Fen knew he was totally alone for the whole night

I let out a sob, trying to move to get any sort of fresh air. Instead, something shifts within the pile, collapsing underneath me and sending me sprawling onto my back, the pile of rancid work clothes tumbling over on top of me, burying me fully. I try to scream, but all I manage to do is get a filthy apron lodged in my mouth

The taste is awful, the industrial rubber coated with piss and sweat, and forcing my mouth to remain open so anything else can dribble in.

Utterly exhausted, I slump as much as I am able against the crushing weight of the clothes, unable to move more than an inch, struggling for each breath. Sleep never comes, the minutes passing with agonising, tortuous slowness

Master Blunn returns the next day to the bin. He looks down and sees that Fen had made the gear collapse around him. Master Blunn rolled over a massive keg of sour yogurt mixed with beer and poured the pink concoction into the bin and said “Have fun. Hope you can eat it all and you don’t drown. Dead people aren’t fun to play with. I like my captives to be alive!” Master Blunn slammed the lid shut and kicked the bin saying “Start eating garbage disposal. Think that’s gonna be your permanent job. Don’t fail at it or I’ll reassign you from one job to another until I reduce you to nothing but a fuckin’ apron!”

I let out a gargling scream as the disgusting yogurt pours into my wedged open mouth, unable to do anything other than swallow it while still trapped under the mountain of clothes. 

Even with everything, and to my shame, I’m still rock hard beneath my dress, the torment making it strain painfully, even as I am unable to even get near it to relieve myself

Master Blunn laughs hearing the gurgling sounds coming from the bin. He said "See you tonight, I'll have to get you out of there and move you elsewhere unless you wanna get crushed in the landfill"

I’m completely spent at the words, sobbing around the vile filth surrounding me, crushing the day I ever responded to that message

Master Blunn returns that night, he pulls Fen out of the bin and helps him walk into the house. He says "Thought you were gonna get a reprieve from nasty stinky crushing? Nah, I got something just as bad if not worse for you!" He lead Fen into an ABDL nursery, he opened the diaper chute and threw Fen head first in yelling "Have fun suffering buried amongst several thousand piss and shit filled diapers and plastic pants!" Fen fell into a big pit of diapers PVC pants and PVC clothes, with each move he sank deeper. He could faintly hear Master Blunn say "Eat at least five gross diapers clean and I'll let you move to your next slave task stupid slut!"

...I scream and cry as the diapers cling to me, the stench of piss and other filled diapers mixing with rubber into an unholy stench. I puke into the pile, which only makes it worse, and for close to an hour I just lie there, unable to contemplate moving. Finally, I slowly try and do what Master has said, though my stomach refuses to aid me, barely allowing me to get through three of the disgusting soggy masses when the lid of the diaper chute is opened the next morning

Master Blunn says "Shame, you couldn't eat five diapers to save yourself. I guess you actually do want that twisted fantasy you had posted on GarbageBagged years ago to happen to you. Do you remember that fucked up fantasy, do you remember wanting to be thrown away with a bunch of dirty overalls and dirty winter coats? It's a good thing I have a whole bin of filthy foul dirty roadworkers jackets to throw you away with! Like the worthless trash you are!"

Master Blunn dragged Fen out of the diaper bin and dragged him up the stairs dripping in filth and sweat. Master Blunn threw Fen into a large bin of tar grease mud cow shit and sweat soaked hiviz workwear

“No, please!” I scream, floundering in the slime, trying and failing to stand up.

“M-Master Blunn, I don’t want this anymore! I thought I did, but I just want to go home! It was just a fantasy!!!”

I grab onto the side of the bin, the tar acting like glue, adding to my dresses weight so I can barely move, let alone haul myself out of the bin.

“Please.” I whimper, looking up at you through the cow shit smeared across my face

Master Blunn laughs at Fen and pushes him back into the bin, this time he pushes him in face first making sure to smash his face into a grimy gritty hiviz vest. The vest was soaked in machine oil and mud along with SWEAT. Fen made bubbling sounds as Master Blunn pressed him down harder and harder. Master Blunn climbed in on top of Fen and stood on top of him, crushing his body down into the dirty workwear saying "Fuckin sink! Fuckin sink below all of the workwear, fuckin drown in filthy workwear! After I'm done with you you're gonna be sewn in the clear pocket of one of these vests, you'll be forever suffering in a stinky thick PVC hell surrounded by gooey rotting hiviz!"

I flail as best as I can but it’s in vain, my strength utterly spent from the torment. My mouth is filled with the disgusting muddy trash as I wonder if this is how it all ends, my vision beginning to go dark as I begin to pass out. Master Blunn just laughs, pushing harder, already reaching for the massive trash bag beside the disgusting trash

Master Blunn holds Fen down until his struggles stop, he picks him up by the neck and lifts him into a massive rubber bag, he packs the bag full of dirty vests and says "See you in a few months, the compression will slowly shrink you to no larger than a gum ball, it will be extremely slow, painful, hot and stinky. Goodbye!" He left, the vacuum turned on, the bag crushed poor Fen in the dirty workwear for 3 minutes then released him for a minute then repeated the cycle, 3 minutes on 1 minute off without ending. This is how Fen will spend the entire week, being slowly crushed to a new size

For an entire week my world is nothing but agony and disgusting slop, my body being crushed again and again. True to Masters words I feel myself shrinking, the sludge pressing in on all sides, until I’m little more than a mound of flesh, my limbs useless and atrophied, while my skin has absorbed the gunge around it, ensuring that I will never escape the disgusting smells that I am trapped with now.

If I had thought I was helpless before I know better now unable to move even if I was completely removed from the now far oversized dress and disgusting sweaty work clothes

Now trapped inside of the dress Fen was truly reduced to nothing. Master Blunn picks up the dress and pisses into it before jacking off into it, he has 500 other men jerk off into it and then he rolls the dress into a vacuum bag and vacuum seals it saying "Poor fucker can't die, bet you want to though, fucking crushed in all that nasty crusty stinking rubber about to be crushed even harder!" Master Blunn turned on the vacuum and walked away leaving Fen there as the dress compacted around his helpless body

I scream as best I can, utterly helpless yet in agony all the same. My scream is instantly stolen by the vacuum, the air sucked from my lungs as the disgusting slime and filthy clothes as pulled ever closer to my face and body. I want to struggle, I want to die, but I can’t do either, so I just suffer for Master’s amusement

Master Blunn leaves the vacuum running for a whole hour. He then wraps Fens poor compressed body in thirty heavy thick quilts, he then forces the massive roll of quilts into a 10mm thick vacuum bag. The ultra heavy thick vacuum bag is sealed, the vacuum is turned on and Master Blunn yells "If you can hear me crushed inside there, enjoy being slowly crushed til your body is flattened in filth! Fuckin filth filling your lungs stomach, every inch of your body filled with filth!"

I can hear Master, though only just, the terror setting in anew as my breath is stolen once more. The weight of the quilts crushes into me, while the vacuum squeezes out every last drop of sweat and filth, each one seeming to find its way to the centre of the mass; my ever flattening body. After mere hours, it’s done, Sissy Fen now little more than a disk of flattened flesh, yet impossibly I’m still alive, my eyes wide and my lungs burning for air that I haven’t tasted seemingly for lifetimes

Master Blunn unzipped the bag 100 years later, he unwrapped the quilts revealing the dress with Sissy Fen wrapped inside of it. Master Blunn unrolled the crusty stiff dress and said "You thought it's been horrible? You don't know horrible!" Master Blunn and 100 mn walked in, they all shat into the bag letting their thick sticky shit flow into the dress. Master Blunn tied the dress shut and said "How's it feel drowning in shit along with all the other filth, about to be crushed to death in shit!" Master Blunn folded the dress violently and tightly, he then folded it in half several times. He wrapped the dress in 30 more quilts, making it 60 quilts total. He violently and brutally folded the quilts forcing them into the massive vacuum bag. Master Blunn turned on the vacuum and yelled "I'm welding the door shut and leaving the vacuum running, it'll be a long slow cruel death for you. Have fun dying, could take thousands of years, but your death will be here, sucking the shit soaked rubber dress and all the other nasty filth you are encased in!

I try and talk, but my mouth has long since fused into an open scream, once packed with sweat and now packed with human shit from hundreds of men. My body burns with constant agony of hundreds of years of crushing pressure, leaving me wishing for nothing more than death

Unbeknownst to me however, death would never come, no release permitted to Blunn’s slaves. My immortality had been ensured from the moment he had first injected me all those millennia ago. Now, as centuries turn, I become nothing more than a forgotten footnote, the building slowly buried by time, leaving me forever buried and crushed beneath the shit of my betters. After being told I might die I never did, I lay there 10,000 years later, still sucking the rotting rubber tasting the shit piss cum sweat and all the other congealing rotting filth around me, knowing that nothing will change as I slowly sink deeper and deeper into the earth, the temperature getting warmer as time passes. I know in some hundred thousand years, maybe, maybe not, my body will be liquified and burned up in the core of the earth, that or I’ll live in that molten magma, crushed the hardest, unable to smell, only able to feel the searing hot crushing grip around my worthless atrophied paralyzed body. Now I am nothing but a worthless bag of flesh to the world, I may as well be dead.

[sissyfen]

Continues from: https://www.tumblr.com/veillover19/733291174754926592/a-few-days-ago-she-was-a-stripper-picking-up-a-new

It was likely the former stripper suspected that she was not the only living being inside the plastic shells of the stores Mannequin's. She would have been shocked to discover that the doll facing her own prison not only contained a woman about her own age...but that she was a volunteer. Since a very young age the woman known as 7892662 had possessed a strange desire, when walking past the blank faced display Mannequin's in any clothing store she found herself wanting to be one. That had naturally led her to bondage and BDSM but she couldn't find anyone who would let her indulge her strange kink and lacked the money to build a suit for herself, until she met the store owner through a BDSM website. Now his 24/7 live in slave she lives by a two weekly cycle, the first week she is his hijab clad store assistant restricted only by chains under her uniform and a gag as she lives her Master's fetish. The second week she spends eighteen hours a day in her shell, faceless, trapped and reduced to a display system for Master's designs as the internal systems alternatively pleasure and torment her and her only contact with the outside world is the view through smoked glass lenses. She loves seeing people looking at the clothes she displayed and ignoring her, treating her like the object she knows she is meant to be.

She is aware that the stripper is not a willing slave and doesn't care, in fact she is jealous as she longs to be sold to someone who will let her be a doll full time. However she understands the bargain she made when she sold herself, a slave obeys its Master and she must put his desires before her own. Still maybe one day?

(Sequel with a willing doll this time- AI art made with Stable diffusion)

[sissyfen]

I’m available for humiliating

[sissyfen]